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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1106

Yet hear
We are not slaves
awaiting command
nor marionettes awaiting
pull on our strings
Yet hear

Every now
there is a voice
in willow
in birdsong
in person in front of us
in weave of circumstance
Yet hear

A call for help
a cry for justice
a longing for conversation
deep & rich
our plumb line
can go on for ever
Yet hear

Here we find
our next step
work coming to hand
the need
our gifts address
if we
Yet hear

This poem is
not about hearing
it is about living
& a stance facing living
facing those also living
touch the one rhythm pulsing
feel the one stirring of breath
Yet hear

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